5.14.2012

The Hair Brush

This is an old post. But I find myself thinking about it all the time.

December 2010

Lately, I've been thinking of a hair brush. It's no ordinary hair brush.
The hair brush belonged to my grandma, in the 1970s and at some point
she passed it on to me. I can remember her brushing my long hair with
it. It always seemed like a really fancy hair brush to me, but that is
probably because it belonged to my Grandma, whom I loved very much and
had a very special relationship with.

It's a Mason Pearson
hair brush. I never had a clue that this hair brush was so expensive
until I started looking into replacing it recently. They cost about
$200-300. Who knew! I hadn't a clue that there were hair brushes that
cost so much. They are made in London and have been for some time. When
I found out how dear the hair brush was, I began to search for it last
night. Since it belonged to my grandma, I figured it couldn't be far.
My search became frantic. I HAD to find this hair brush.

After
about an hour and sometime after midnight, I found my beloved hair
brush. I was so relieved. I cried. I washed the hair brush and began
brushing my hair. The sound was so familiar. It was as if my grandma was
brushing my hair. I felt her near. I cried and brushed my hair.

What
does this have to do with infertility you may be asking yourself. This
hair brush is like a piece of my grandma, something I can touch and
hold and it makes me feel close to a person who is gone.

What
will become of the hair brush, I thought. I would like to pass it on to
my daughter or granddaughter or daughter in law and tell her about my
grandma. I would like to pass things, material and immaterial, on to my
children and grandchildren and have them remember me, long after I am
gone.

It was so nice to feel my grandma near. She has been gone for 12 years. I plan to use my hair brush regularly from now on.